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And heading downstairs from the direction of the sims is a Peacekeeper. She's been practising. So she takes a seat at a booth, orders some Ori-ohs (read as Oreos ^_^) and takes out her knitting from a large black bag. It looks like a sweater...sort of.

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Guppy nods. "She's ex-Army. She doesn't do that any more normally. Only if she needs to."

"So he's in love with an ex-military woman and he hates me because I kill when necessary?"

Neither of them understood the other. All Aeryn knew was she wanted to kill him some days and listen to his jokes on others.

"Aeryn, Abs does not hate you. He doesn't understand you. It's not the same. Didn't you see the way he looked at you at my party? He wants to build bridges with you but he doesn't know how."

"He was drunk at your party." Aeryn pointed out huffily.

"Not that drunk Aeryn."

She shifted, clearly embarrassed, before holding a plate of cookies out to Guppy.

"Ori-oh?"

"It's a what?"

He takes one and examines it curiously. You'd never know it was Earth food by the way he's looking at it.

"Thanks." he says, nibbling it first then eating it whole.

"Ori-oh." She repeated. "That's what Wes Janson called them."

"I knew it was a bad idea to dance with him at that party."

"Aeryn, he was just trying to... bond. Get to know you a bit. Get you to relax."

"I'm not good with people, Guppy."

She dissected an ~~Oreo~~ Ori-oh, slowly and deliberately.

"I'm not good at being nice either."

"As far as I can see, before I got attacked the two of you were getting on rather well."

Aeryn shrugged. "I'm not sure. I couldn't, still can't, read him."

"To be honest, I wouldn't even try. Unless you catch him seriously off-guard or strained, you're not going to get anything from his body language. He studies the stuff. Even if you pick some up there's no guarentee it's not consciously initiated with him."

Aeryn bit into another cookie, quite violently this time.

"It's irritating. As a soldier, I rely on my instincts. They help me not make mistakes."

"Go easy on him Aeryn. Humans don't turn out like Abs for nothing you know."

"I'm trying. I really am." She tapped her fingers against a ball of wool.

"But he just grabs me the wrong way." Failed Aeryn Earthism number two thousand and twenty two.

There is a ten second pause in which Guppy tries to restrain himself from laughing.

"How would you prefer him to grab you?" he asks, struggling to keep a straight face.

"The right way."

She looked at Guppy, trying to discern if he'd dropped his brain, or was just feeling a little dense.

"And what is the right way?" he asks, managing not to behave like a thirteen year old schoolboy.

It must be difficult, we all know how immature men can be.

"The way that doesn't make me injure him." Aeryn scowled at Guppy.

Guppy rubs his forehead.

"Well for goodness sakes tell him what to do. I've got enough to deal with without the pair of you squabbling like overhormonal teenagers."

"Overhormonal?" Aeryn looked mutinous. "As if I could ever be attracted to him."

"There's more to hormones than sex. You're both being moody and it's pissing me off."

"Then don't listen." She was being moody, but she had good reason. She was stressed and worried about what she was planning to do. Aeryn hadn't realised how badly it was affecting Guppy.

"He's the one with the problem."

Guppy rubs his forehead, battling the pounding stress-related headaches that bother him all the time.

"Fine." he snaps. "I tried to listen, but you're just being too bloody stubborn. Neither of you are blameless but I'm sick of acting as your bloody referee whilst you two argue over what's best for me as if I'm some small, stupid child that isn't present in the room. The weak little broken kid, easy to knock out and put out of the way when you please. How do you think that made me feel? After everything you went on about about loyalty and trust and how you didn't promise things you wouldn't be able to keep. You lied to me just as he did, and you aren't even sorry for it."

He gets up and walks away.

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